Vertigo |
My body is broken up and aligned from the softest to the hardest parts of me The fine lines of me, huddled in an anxious rage for victory, are the tips of paint brushes Your heart is my palette I drip...
Posted by on Mon, 26 May 2008 23:39:00 GMT |
Chaser |
If back I could bring her backwrappedI would bring her backwrappedin her own skin she lost itafter the 31st hitzipper started at the nape of her neck...
Posted by on Mon, 10 Mar 2008 11:17:00 GMT |
Never Will I Marry |
The pussy slides slick over foreign objects Hands have traveled the length of her density Concave interior projects objects inertly, Images hung upside down by they feet Birthed Head first But I dive ...
Posted by on Tue, 12 Feb 2008 20:48:00 GMT |
Black Thought |
I remember when I was EbonySecrets couldn't conceal the stride in her left, right Hair match the skin match the rough of her knees match the center of her eyeLike the light before light like before we...
Posted by on Mon, 11 Feb 2008 04:18:00 GMT |
